All The Dangerous Things Book Novels & Stories

This is where it ends. Mommy. I screamed for help but it's all mumbles and jumbles. My head presses hard against the bed, as if it could hide me, save me from being killed by this dangerous motherfucker. I squeeze my eyes shut, whispering frantic prayers when his hand— “Ow!” I shriek as he peels the seal from my mouth. He’s not killing me. Not yet. “Who are you?” I sob. “What do you want from me?”

“Better than okay. But those men… they’re still coming, aren’t they?” Fabian’s jaw tightened, shadows crossing his eyes again. “Yeah. But here, we have time. I’ll keep you safe. I swear it.” She traced a scar on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The safe house was isolated, quiet except for the wind in the trees outside. For now, they had this—each other, raw passion, and a fragile peace. But Pyhna knew the danger was closing in. The burner phone in his bag felt heavier than ever. Whatever unfinished business he carried, it would find them soon.

“I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.” Leslie watched us, her gaze shifting between him and me, completely confused. “So… does the book have something to do with this?” I asked, a shiver running down my spine as I remembered all the times I had flipped through it without understanding what it truly contained. Alex nodded slowly. “That book is more dangerous than you think, Scarlett. There are creatures who would give anything to have it… and now that you have it, they’ll be looking for you.” The impact of his words left me speechless. I couldn’t fully process it: how could a simple book have dragged me into something so dangerous?

And maybe, just maybe, I could try to believe it too. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking at her again. “How did you end up with them?” Brigitte raised a brow. “Them?” “Thomas and Marco….” I hesitated before adding, “and all this dangerous stuff.” Brigitte let out a short laugh. “Bet you never thought you’d be in a situation like this, huh?” I hesitated, then nodded. “I just wonder … how did a woman like you get involved in all this?”

He takes a breath. “Thank you,” he says into the microphone. “Writing about public people is always dangerous, though usually not in the way people think. The danger is not that you will find too little. It is that you will find a symbol where a person should be, and then decide the symbol is easier to write.” The hall quiets in that soft, listening way that makes every word feel more exposed.

She shoved the notebook closer to my face. I looked at it again. This time I noticed that the whole picture was made up of tiny words. Just one word, actually, written over and over. Danger. And inside the monster's gaping mouth were four phrases: "Too many secrets So many lies Too many aliens So many goodbyes"

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Something complicated. And possibly Something dangerous.

Just close enough to matter. And that—moon help me—was the most dangerous thing of all. ***

"That's all anyone can ask for and remember you're not alone in this. You have Darius and Dante and me and Chanterelle. We're all here to help you." "Even though I might be dangerous?" "Even though. Everyone is dangerous in their own way. The question isn't whether you're dangerous, the question is whether you're someone worth fighting for and I think you are." After Irene left I poured myself some tea and tried one of the cookies. They were good and reminded me of the cookies the nice lunch lady at the orphanage used to sneak me sometimes when the other kids weren't looking. I picked up the book again and started reading from the beginning. If I was going to survive this I needed to know ev